Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The night sky is so blue that it seems to be dripping with water.

Then the woman really saw water dripping from the sky - no, not dripping, but flowing, pouring down on her head.

With the sound of bubbles exploding, it soaked her hair in an instant, then flowed down her scalp, like a stream, flowing over her pupils that had shrunk due to shock and fear, her twitching nostrils, and her wide-open mouth, and finally flowed into her collar, causing goose bumps one by one.

"Are you awake now?"

The pretended gentle tone faded away, and the girl's cold voice sounded from behind my ears.

While grabbing her hair, she picked up a can of wine, put her index finger on the pull ring, and pulled it open with one hand with a click.

"If you wake up, can you start from the beginning?"

As he spoke, he poured the cold wine mixed with bubbles over her head again: "If you still haven't woken up, I can buy you a few more cans, even a dozen cans."

Even the most intoxicated brain will finally wake up at this moment.

The woman was shaking like a sieve in the early summer night. She struggled tremblingly: "You...what do you want me to say? How could you, how could you do this to me?"

Ignoring her question, the girl threw away the empty wine can and said, "Of course, I'm going to talk about who I am, who your daughter is, and who the Ye family is..."

"You, you, you..." The woman's brain, which had regained consciousness, was filled with increasing regret. She gritted her teeth and said forcefully, "Of course you are my daughter. Who else could you be? How dare you treat your mother like this? You are simply a beast!"

I don’t know if it was because she was addicted to acting or because she was still hurt by the scolding from her own daughter, but she actually acted like a mother, slapping the ground and howling loudly: “What sin have I committed! I actually gave birth to such a cruel daughter! I really suffered for you in vain and cared about you in vain!! I even found such a good orphanage for you because I was afraid of getting you into trouble! This is how you repay me!”

The girl did not interrupt her wailing, but just watched quietly for a while with her dark eyes open.

She suddenly turned her head to look to the side and called out, "Xiao Cao."

The woman who was crying and shouting couldn't hear her voice.

The little girl who had been squatting in the dark suddenly looked up, and after confirming that she was calling her, she immediately ran over.

"Eleven." The girl stared at her and called out.

The girl stretched out her hand to her without even turning her head.

The girl looked at her empty palm, then looked at her own hand, and hesitantly and slowly handed the thing to her.

It was the sickle she used to weed.

Although it was a little blunt, it was still a knife, enough to easily cut through tenacious weeds, and even more easily cut... the human throat.

The cold blade approached the woman's skin quietly like a ghost.

She didn't say a word, but the woman suddenly lost her voice like a chicken with its head chopped off.

In the suddenly silent yard, the girl let go of the woman's hair, and the hand holding the sickle leisurely turned half a circle as she moved.

But no matter how it moved, the curved arc of the sickle was always in fit with the woman's neck, and the woman's pupils dilated, even her breathing slowed down, and her whole body stood there like a stone, not daring to retreat or move forward, for fear that the blade would cut into her skin if she was not careful.

It was not until the girl walked around in front of her, half-knelt and looked directly at her that she managed to squeeze out a few hoarse and trembling sounds from her throat: "You...what are you doing?"

"Guess?" The girl smiled at her.

"You..." Seeing her smiling face, the woman became even more frightened, "You, you are kidding..."

She even managed an ugly smile: "How could you do this to... to your mother? You are only eighteen years old, you can't do anything illegal. There are so many children here! Yes! These children have seen it! They will be scared, so they can sue you..."

Before she finished her words, there was a burst of crisp laughter and the clanging sound of cans.

The woman subconsciously glanced over and saw that the children had started playing the game of kicking the can.

They kicked the empty wine cans around like footballs, making the clanging sounds all over the yard.

Ye Kong also glanced over there, then retracted his gaze, looked at her with a half-smile and asked: "What will you sue me for?"

An indescribable panic spread in the woman's heart. She stiffly cried for help in fear: "Help! Help! Children! She's going to kill someone!"

Her voice made the sound of kicking cans that echoed throughout the yard suddenly stop.

Out of the corner of her eye, Pan Fang saw the children turning their heads to look at her one by one.

But soon, they continued to laugh and play, as if they had seen and heard nothing.

There is an evening breeze in the yard.

There was the sound of empty cans colliding, mixed with the laughter of children.

But when the woman knelt on the ground, she felt an unprecedented chill rising from the soles of her feet and spreading to every part of her body.

——Under the dim street lights, moths are still flying around and summer cicadas are still chirping.

She suddenly had the illusion that she was no longer in reality, but had fallen into the underworld.

The girl in front of him is the living King of Hell.

She looked her up and down with her dark eyes, like a butcher who was used to holding a knife looking at a pig to be slaughtered: "You know what? From the first time I saw you, I was thinking, if you were really my mother, how should I deal with you? You came to the orphanage to find me so naively. You don't think that I am the kind of idiot who would have high hopes for the beast that abandoned me, right? What's more..."

She looked at her and said, "You look like you have been ill for a long time and are poor. You didn't want to take your daughter back after you became rich. Instead, you came to an orphanage in a rural area in such a miserable state. Do I think you came here for love?"

"You abandoned me for eighteen years, and only came to me for help when you couldn't live any longer..."

She chuckled and said, "You should be glad that you are not my biological mother, otherwise..."

The blade touched the woman's overly dry skin and rubbed it gently - "You don't even have the time to explain the truth."

Bloodstains and the woman's dying wail seeped out of her body drop by drop.

Ye Kong pulled the handle of the knife without hesitation as she screamed, causing the blade of the sickle to cut another bloody mark on her neck. Connecting with the previous mark, a scarlet semicircle had already been cut on her neck: "Let's play a game."

She remained calm amid the woman's increasingly miserable howls: "If you can explain everything clearly before this blood line turns into a circle, I will let you go, but if you can't... then I will..."

The girl bent her eyes slightly and circled her neck with the sickle: "Just like cutting milk, follow this line, cut off your head, and bury it in this yard."